I had to write this for my english class... It's a narritive
descriptive essay. It's what happened between me and Jason
one night. I miss him alot and I remember this being a special
night for us.. so I tried fairly hard to make this as good as
possible. I figured maybe someone would get a kick out of reading
it *shrug* Enjoy.

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I got kinda bored with this story so sorry if it sucks. This is infact the end. And I decided just to name it Untitled because it explains everything without really saying anything. Comments are appreciated. Thanks to the people that read any of this!

Chapter 9: Jess
Slowly ascending the stairs to my room I reached my door ready to crash at the first sight of the bed. I can’t sleep without music though so mustering up the energy, I crossed my room and pushed play to the song that reminded me of Jamie.

It's long I know, but it's pretty good. I'm trying to get the second part down, so...be patient.

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When I was 19, I sold my soul to the Devil for the life of my then true love.

I was young, brash, and desperate. She was beautiful, kind, and terminally ill. A match made in heaven.

They say the Devil's in the details. Who would think that behind the cliched phrase so many people would find the truth? I'll tell you dear reader, if more people took that sentence to heart, there'd be a lot less pain in the world today.

I didn't know this, but I lost some of scene 3 in the move to san fran, so I will have to re-finish it, and I think that I will have a total of six scenes in the screenplay. Most likely, scene 3 will be done by MOnday, I will utilise the weekend for writing (I am soooo excited).

As a way of making amends, here is a short story I wrote for the same class which my teacher really liked. If I get enough positive feedback, I could continue it, sorta like a serial. But only if y'all are interested.

Scene II: Chrome Waves of Autos

(Cut to a shot where time has obviously passed, the sky is blue-black, and the car is navigating through a parking lot. The rain has ended, and eerie silence pervades the entire atmosphere. Only the sound of the engine can be heard. The only sources of light are tall “T

Film Noir

Scene I: Twas a Stormy Evening

(Fade from black to a picture of a stormy, gray sky. The shadows on the bulbous clouds are dark and menacing. We hear the growling of thunder in the distance, rumbling long and low. The camera seems to shake minutely, as if one were taping this from a moving automobile. A telephone pole rushes from right to left, showing that the camera is indeed moving. Title and opening credits begin to appear. Unnerving piano music is being played in the background. As credits play, the shot fades to a different shot of the same kind of storm clouds, and fades again, several times throughout opening credits, showing passage of space and time.)

I am now taking suggestions for titles cause its prett sad posting the 8th chapter and not knowing waht to call it. Once again thanks for reading this! Here are chapters 6,7,8.

Chapter 6: Annie
I no longer blame myself. I only let it sink in and embrace what happened. If I don’t, I’ll never get over what I did.

In the two weeks that have gone by I’ve gone to school and then driven home. I’ve tried to work up the energy to hang out friends, but too much too fast does more harm than good. I’m trying to take one baby step at a time. It doesn’t stop how I feel though.

Chapters 4+5. Thanks for reading! Still no luck with the title I seem to have a block on it. Comments are appreciated :)

Chapter 4: Jess

I sat down on the dirty bathroom floor listening to Jamie as she explained what happened.

“I’m gonna kill her.

Once again heres part of a story i wrote. I still havent came up with a title but hopefully once I finish the rest I'll know by then. Again, I'd really apreciate feedback and thanks to people who read this.

Chapter 2: Jamie
Heading across the kitchen I balanced my cereal bowl careful not to spill any milk. I sat down in my usual spot at the table and placed my bag in the seat next to me. Double checking that all of my chex were covered with milk I took a bite of my favorite cereal.

Allright um i wrote this its fiction . If your gonna give me criticizm make it nice please. Thanks if you read this and give feedback. Um if people like it ill type up the rest.

PART 1:Untitled
I always believed that you could learn everything about a person through their eyes. I’m a sucker for green. Probably because it’s my favorite color; I used to think otherwise though.

i have no idea where this came from, i just wrote it one day on the way home from richmond.

I’d seen you in the halls, wandering them like me, searching for a place to belong. After the third sighting, I began to wonder if you were like me, one of those who were Lost, not knowing who you were or where you came from. I never spoke to you, I’d simply watch; in the rec room I’d sit, absently doing a puzzle or coloring, with you in the corner of my eye, sitting in the little seat in the bay window. Your legs tucked under, hands clasped at the knees; the sun would catch your hair, making it the color of corn silk, your crystaline eyes would be vague, watching the world as I would, waiting for the message that would never arrive, the order that would never come. We didn’t know why or when they would come, we just knew they would. Sometimes, you’d catch me staring and I’d stare back. It seemed like our souls would connect in these spare seconds, and we knew, we knew we were not like the rest.

“It’s a long shot and you know it

sorry to have to put the whole thing, i'm still technologically illiterate in a lot of things. it's good though.

http://wicked-windle.blogspot.com/2006/08/deals-deal-even-with-dirty-dea...

“Please, just go

Ozymandius bounced the basketball onto the asphalt. He made shots in quick succession, scoring on almost all of them. His spirits started to lighten as he dribbled around the court, faking and shooting. “Those guys are wrong-I’m no wuss! Hell, I’m Shaq! Oz pushed his long, wispy blond hair out of his eyes and continued, “Man. Just because I’m no macho dude talking about boobs all the time, that does not mean I’m inferior. I’m gay! So what! He felt like spitting in the face of a particularly mean kid named Rob who had knocked him down in the hall early today. There were other gay people, he was sure there were-not that he knew any. There had to be! A little more melancholy now, Oz began to head off the school’s court. The playgrounds and courts were empty because school hadn’t quite let out yet. Oz had cut early, knowing no one would want to share the courts with him later. Oz only lived about eight blocks from E. Roosevelt High and could jog home in less then ten minutes. He took one more shot and was about to pick up his book bag when a pack of boys from his grade approached. “Ozzy boy!

A school assessment I handed in to my homophobic teacher (which got highest mark possible :) ).

My Jim

Each ragged intake of breath damaged my soul as much as it was damaging his body. It was disquieting, sitting in the dark room listening to nothing but continuous rasping. My eyes, fixed on his trembling chest, began to blur and slide out of focus. I hung my head, filled with the knowledge that this was it. The love of my life was finally going to lose his arduous battle. And there was not a thing anyone in the world could do about it.

HEY!!! GUESS WHAT!!!

Sometimes...sometimes...i forget who i am...

then i get really scared...and i wonder "Who am i?"

and I run around like a chicken with it's head cut off, screaming "I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM!!!"

and people stare and laugh because only silly people forget who they are.

but then i remember. i am a funny potato with their own song.

and i'm okay.

The End.

Let Flowers Die

Mary Rose glanced across the empty room that was entitled only to her loneliness and the faint smell of flowers she kept. Within the abundance of fresh, lively flamingos, lilies, lavenders, sunflowers and many more was a withered bunch of dry, arid, brown roses. On the surface they seemed rousingly lifeless, but the connection they seem to make with Mary's eyes was dead alive.

i was eating an english muffin with hot penut butter on it.. and i went to talk to my friend on msn.. and it all started porringon me :P.. now i'm like all full of penut butter... o well.. it is good aniwys

1.2
The night air was a little cooler, the stars a little less intense, but the beach was much the same as I slowly made my way to the spot me and Brooke had shared a week before. I wasn't even sure if she’d would be there but I had felt an overwhelming urge to find out. I had tried to write it off as concern for the obviously distressed young woman. After all, Brooke seemed to have as bad a week as I myself had. Then self-awareness had kicked in, damn it, and I had been forced to acknowledge that there was more to it than that. A lot more. A whole icky mess more. Yet here I was, trudging across the sand in the hope of finding the lithe form settled in "their spot" on the beach. Elation whistled through me as my eyes found Brooke staring up to the heavens just as she had been seven days past. If possible, the blonde appeared even more hunched in to herself, her pale face stark in the flickering light of the nearby fire. 'Hi!' Brooke had turned at the approaching sounds, hoping beyond reason that it would be the girl that now stood a few feet away. She patted the sand beside her, offering a bright smile of reassurance as I took my place. 'Hi,' Brooke laughed lightly, surprised by a hint of nervousness in her voice, 'how did the group go?' I settled myself on the sand, looking out to sea for a few seconds before answering, 'I didn't go.' 'How come?' 'I...' I paused to order my thoughts, 'It's just been a weird week, I couldn't face it.' Brooke nodded, 'Yeah, it's definitely been a week and a half.' I recognised the hurt and disappointment in Brooke's tone, 'Anything I can do to help?' Brooke laughed harshly, 'Wipe out the past few days.' 'I wish,' I agreed, my own hurt clouding my voice. 'Well,' Brooke reached out to touch my arm, 'I'll tell you mine, if you'll tell me yours.' Hazel eyes smiled at the deliberately light-hearted phrasing of what was obviously a difficult offer to make...and to accept. Once again concern shone from the clear blue that held my gaze and I did so want to unburden myself of the confusion in my heart and mind. Plus, I genuinely wanted to help Brooke and I was certain that she needed to talk as much as I did. Why else had they both made their way to this spot? 'OK,' I agreed, 'who goes first?' Brooke grinned, reaching in to her pocket she pulled out a shiny coin and waved it in the air. I nodded as she turned the small disc in her fingers before tossing it in a low arc. 'Heads,' I called out as the coin neared the sand. We examined the coin lying between us, me groaning as I noted the uppermost surface. 'Looks like you start,' Brooke encouraged with a kind smile. I took a deep breathe and began in an unsteady voice, 'I tried to be something that I'm not - something that I know I'm not - and I just ended up confusing myself more and hurting someone who's really sweet.' Brooke nodded, trying to project an aura of quiet understanding when really she was desperate to ask for more details. Instead she simply waited, giving me time to think through how much I wanted to disclose. 'I've been chatting online with this guy,' I continued eventually, 'he's been really great and I thought... I guess I thought that if I met him and things worked out I could forget about the whole gay thing.' I looked at my companion, hoping for a hint of understanding but was surprised to find an expression of recognition on the beautiful features. 'You understand,' statement and question. 'Yeah,' Brooke cleared her throat to remove the lump that had formed there, 'yeah, I do.' They were silent for a while, Brooke raising her eyes skyward once more and me sifting the sand though my fingers. I glanced at the figure beside me through my fringe, noting the lines of worry etched in to the usually flawless skin. 'Your turn,' I encouraged in a hushed tone. Oh boy, Brooke chewed on her lip, she'd started this little confessional and now she had to make good on it. Briefly she considered brushing it off, discarding the topic in favour of something trivial, but she knew it would hurt ,me and that was unacceptable. Brooke turned that thought over in her mind, when had this nascent friendship become so important to her? When had I become so important to her? 'Can I call you ……?' Brooke was pretty sure that the request had surprised her even more than it had me. Though, looking at the startled features across from me, it was a close run thing. 'Sure.' my smile widened as I considered what my agreement meant. Only my closest friends used the diminutive of my name - Loz, Amber and Mel - and my family didn't even use it that much. I liked that Brooke wanted to be a part of that and I really liked that she had asked first. 'I'd like that.' 'Thanks, babe,' Brooke smiled back at me but her expression fell as she considered how to fulfill her half of their bargain. Sometimes feet first was the best way, she decided, 'Jai and I had sex for the first time. And then we broke up.' I nodded a few times, hoping that my expression was one of sympathy and understanding but fearing that I wasn't quite pulling it off. I'd never really believed Loz's rumours about Brooke and Jai's inexperience, assuming it was just jealousy talking. I had believed that they were the perfect couple...in every way. Wasn't that what Brooke and Jai were there for? To be the shining example of coupledom to an enraptured audience? It was kind of sad to think that they were as screwed up as everyone else. My brain shifted on to the second part of Brooke's statement. Sex followed by break up, that was tough, really tough. Maybe it hadn't been what they'd hoped for, maybe it was just plain bad or maybe...Oh god... 'He didn't force himself on you, did he?' I felt my body shake with rage. If that miserable, goodfornothing, pretty boy fuckwitt had hurt Brooke I was going to personally punt his ass from here to Hawaii. 'No!' Brooke gasped in horror, 'Jai would never do anything like that.' 'Good,' I barked out, though my anger quickly dissipated in the face of Brooke's assertion. 'It wasn't anything like that,' Brooke reassured, as surprised by my intense reaction as by the initial accusation. 'Good,' I said again but this time a smile tugged at the corner of my lips, ''cos I'd have to divest him of certain body parts if he even considered it.' 'Thanks,' Brooke returned the fledgling smile. It felt good to have someone who was so willing to stand up for her like that. Of course, Amber would stand up for her too, it was just that Brooke couldn't always be sure what she'd do or if it would be worth the hassle in the end. Or just why Amber was doing it in the first place. Not so with me, Brooke was certain there was nothing but genuine concern in my eyes. She began to elaborate, 'Loz and I had this stupid bet that she couldn't get a date before Jai and I became more open about our relationship. I guess it just made me realise that there was something missing and I thought what that was must be real intimacy. I was so wrong.' Brooke trailed off and I moved a little closer, tentatively placing a hand on tense shoulders. Sad blue eyes held mine and I felt an intense need to protect this fragile creature. The torrent of emotion shook me and I made to pull away. 'Don't,' Brooke asked in a whisper. 'Please stay close.' I blinked away the moisture in my eyes at the quiet plea. Moving my arm to encompass the slim shoulders I pulled Brooke to me.